"Pina con sal?" asked the young woman manning the roadside fruit stand. While the Spanish words sounded familiar, the taste sensation she was proposing was a little, well, foreign to us.
It's tough to beat the flavor of pineapple fresh from the fields. So when our driver, Eli, pulled over to see how much the fruit lady was charging, none of us complained. We rolled down our windows, eager to trade a few quetzales for a plastic baggie dripping with pineapple spears in their own juice.
But when she offered to throw on a dash of salt, we were slightly confused. Did we hear her correctly, pineapple with salt?
We shrugged. If this is how they do it in Guatemala, then who were we to judge? With adventurous hearts, we nodded OK.
"Eww. This is the most disgusting thing I've ever had," said Dan with a painful grimace. He looked exactly like he'd just been poisoned- and passed the rest of his pineapple spear to me.
"Mmmm....delicious!" I said, my eyes wide with delight. "Sweet and salty, my new favorite."
For once I was happy we couldn't agree.
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Dan needs to try it again..fruit is often served with a little salt (and in Mexico, chili powder!) in Latin America. It actually brings out the sweetness. Try it on watermelon sometime, and on grapefruit (a classic.....)
I DID try it again! :)
I just can't handle the cognitive dissonance of tasting those two flavors at one time.
DK
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